Free Verse – Gnawing
11/06/03
A lot of time has gone
by and still homework is left
untouched.
I just spent a couple hours talking
with my roommate. She is worried about
me.
I feel better now
having opened to
her.
I think this is
supposed to be
healthy.
So much has been locked
inside me,
hiding.
But this is how
it has always
been.
I carried a lot away from our
lengthy talk. Really, now I am
fine.
But along with her comfort
I now carry some new
friends.
Regret and loneliness are
hungry, vise chomping, and
toothless.
And I am, to
them, a tasty
treat.
